The days leading up to Christmas became quite busy. Hunting was duplicated in hope of stocking up the supply, tents were being shifted around so that they were closer to the main camp fire and piles of wood were being carted in and stacked in a heap with a thin piece of plastic covering it to stop it getting damp.
Despite the many reasons why people could have been miserable everyone seemed to be enjoying the days, many singing as they worked with only the few people complaining about the cold. Tytus had settled well into the daily routines, helping out where ever he could, whether it was collecting sticks or generally cheering every up. The cub certainly livened up the place. Bellamy had done a great job in training him since Clarke gave him the little red furred wolf cub. Tytus would sit when told, roll over, Bellamy's favourite, when told and most importantly he was now potty trained. No more surprises in the tents. Clarke suggested training him to hunt but Bellamy said he was too young to start hunting and that he would wait till a better season.
Tomorrow was the day that they would all get up early to receive the presents that they had all got each other. Clarke was almost finished making hers for Bellamy. She just had one more little piece to add to it, but she was going to leave it as late as possible as she still had a need for it.
She held Bellamy's present in her hand, looking at it carefully and twirling it around between her fingers. Happy with the outcome of her work Clarke put the thin curved rock she had been working on for the last couple of day under her pillow next to her sketch book for safe keeping before leaving the tent to do her part in the winter preparation.